I could be

Dancing in a room
With lights that never sleep
And the heartbeat of a writer
And the bodies in the heat

Soaking in a picture
With a moving color stream
And the stories of a filmer
And the people of a dream

Laughing in a ball
With the chat of distant friends
And the tales of a neighbor
And the night that never ends

Instead I lay here

Lounging on my bed
With the darkness of the dusk
And listening to lovely lyrics
And they flow inside my head

While quietly we talk
With thoughts tenderly entwining
And the bliss that bubbles inside
And erupts in our cores

Sensing the heat of the other
With our bodies that lay so close
And the static energy in the space between
And the euphoria of purely being.

And there is nowhere I would rather be.